A day at the hospital - not what i expected
I went in this morning to see the oncologist for a consult and did labs and blood work
He says if I can go 15 months without issues he will pronounce me cured of cancer
Stage IV colon rectal cancer - massive tumor - spread to the lymph nodes - brain tumor - etc...
I went down to the infusion room were I had my chemo - oddly empty
I sat down and just let my eyes wander - closed my eyes to think
This place holds no fear for me - it scares me not - I feels warm and welcoming and safe to me - like a second home
A nurse I did not know came in to check on me - see if I had an appointment - I told her why I was visiting
Then it hit me - all the faces and voices of those who I watched die - the suffering of others - being unable to help
Time slowed down and things got sharp and crisp and bright - I had great clarity - my decision tree simplified - I had more direct access to clear thought
Then I sat on the nearest infusion chair and struggled with my emotions - could not maintain composure - sat there and cried
At some point you must move on from such places of care and the people who take care of you during the worst time in your life
They must care for others
That is proving hard
Also had to yield to it after visiting the kids on the oncology ward - after I left I found a bathroom and just cried for awhile
Why can I provide no aid or comfort that would take away the pain - why must death come to them
It's been a long time since I rode the tic or was in the zone that deep - a bar fight once - once in a car that rolled - defending myself at gunpoint - climbing down the outside of a 3 story building that was on fire...
I will keep visiting the kids - but I wish I could make my peace with it
Mike
He says if I can go 15 months without issues he will pronounce me cured of cancer
Stage IV colon rectal cancer - massive tumor - spread to the lymph nodes - brain tumor - etc...
I went down to the infusion room were I had my chemo - oddly empty
I sat down and just let my eyes wander - closed my eyes to think
This place holds no fear for me - it scares me not - I feels warm and welcoming and safe to me - like a second home
A nurse I did not know came in to check on me - see if I had an appointment - I told her why I was visiting
Then it hit me - all the faces and voices of those who I watched die - the suffering of others - being unable to help
Time slowed down and things got sharp and crisp and bright - I had great clarity - my decision tree simplified - I had more direct access to clear thought
Then I sat on the nearest infusion chair and struggled with my emotions - could not maintain composure - sat there and cried
At some point you must move on from such places of care and the people who take care of you during the worst time in your life
They must care for others
That is proving hard
Also had to yield to it after visiting the kids on the oncology ward - after I left I found a bathroom and just cried for awhile
Why can I provide no aid or comfort that would take away the pain - why must death come to them
It's been a long time since I rode the tic or was in the zone that deep - a bar fight once - once in a car that rolled - defending myself at gunpoint - climbing down the outside of a 3 story building that was on fire...
I will keep visiting the kids - but I wish I could make my peace with it
Mike
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You Sir, have my deepest respect and admiration tho we have never met I feel bonded to you. Your post has left me with tears of joy in my eyes. Godspeed. 0 -
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You Sir, have my deepest respect and admiration tho we have never met I feel bonded to you. Your post has left me with tears of joy in my eyes. Godspeed.
Well said.
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Utmost Respect Mike.0 -
I could not have written any thing better
quote:Originally posted by bpost
You Sir, have my deepest respect and admiration tho we have never met I feel bonded to you. Your post has left me with tears of joy in my eyes. Godspeed.0 -
Those are all "normal" reactions. 0 -
Because we have snow tomorrow and Thursday the hospital was packed
I went in at 6am so I could visit the chapel and talk to Rabbi and to check in with the kids
I saw a lot of the nurses and stopped to visit or say hello - all happy to see me and saying how well I look with my hair healthy and tied back - the red beard filling in nicely - face scarred and pocked but looking clean
Backpacks everywhere - go bags aplenty with nurses - patients - and staff - pink ribbons flying
Stopped and watched a cancer patient orientation class were 3 of the checklist handouts were written by me
A library shelf full of books I donated with my name on a brass plaque
I realize that while under a death sentence and the devils scythe a whisper as it swings behind me - under pain and suffering while my body broke down I poured my heart and soul into helping that place and those people
Maybe death panic causing me to need to make my mark before being buried six feet under
I am invested in its architecture
Mike0 -
I know not the name of the phenomenon
I had heard and read about it as a kid - from combat veterans and first responder and professional athletes
The first time it happened to me was at 4 position 100 yd smallbore regionals at blue trail range in Connecticut (Dave and Debbie Lyman's place)
I fell into that practiced patterned rhythm - part experience and training and part autonomic reflex - I felt oddly preternaturally calm and my heart seemed to slow down and my breaths seem to come farther apart - I was in the kneeling position in full comp gear with a 13 lb rifle
Sweat running down my face - legs cramped and muscles screaming - the ambient noise in the background
The pain receded - my mind went calm and quiet - colors got bright - I felt centered and had no worries only the joy of the shot
The rate the bbl bounced onto and below the target as my heart beat slowed - shot timing became easier - I had a runners high and an endorphin rush
One of the coaches was a French national and a former legion sniper - he called it riding the tique - or tick / when time slows down and all cylinders are firing
I don't know what you guys call it - but I know you have felt it
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God Bless,,[:)][:)][:)][:)] 0 -
I still have a broken crippled dysfunctional shell of a body to work on improving - and let's not kid ourselves - cancer will be back and will kill me - I have to see it that way but I can't let it haunt every moment
If the brain tumor had been active and malignant I was planing on visiting Nord after finishing hospice
Glad that's on hold or off the table for now
And OMG my oncologist tells me hipsters and millenials and old or sick men are getting the young blood treatment to slow aging and avoid cancer
They are paying for transfusions of blood from children - Vlad tepes indeed - vampires are real
There is a company harvesting and selling it - apparently there was a skit on Saturday night live about it
Ponder that one.
Mike0
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